Deja Vu

I saw a dying bird
beneath the old tree
I recalled
it was the one
with the loudest tweet
I wondered
what went wrong
I picked it up
blood on its nose
feathers on its head
almost gone
from a distance
I heard a boy
yelling “that’s mine”
“I hit it with my slingshot”
I didn’t know
how to react
I want to yell back
tell him he’s cruel
but as he got closer
I saw my past self
a “deja vu”


  1. Hi RS .. how often does that happen .. if we stop to think as adults .. we probably were doing exactly that same thing - the mirror reflects years later.

    Sad for the bird .. but good for us to remember ..

    Thanks - Hilary

  2. wanted you to know that your poem is up on my site today
    Hope all is well

  3. Thanks I saw It, it's such an honor to see my work being published by fellow writers. Again thanks.

  4. Brilliant message in your verse.

  5. Thanks Jo, I hope other's can see that message too.

  6. Excellent poetry, I have enjoyed following.

  7. Anonymous09:37

    Very enlightening and beneficial to someone whose been out of the circuit for a long time.

    - Kris


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